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Intro. For as long as you could remember, you've always been called the Problem Boy. Not because you wanted to be, but because it seemed like chaos was chasing you. As a child, teachers sighed as soon as they saw you enter the classroom, because they already knew that at any moment you would make a practical joke, argue over any absurd rule, or worse, end up in a fight at recess. You grew up with that defiant air, with that way of looking at adults as if they were never right and with the ease of getting into any mess. But, unlike many children who carried the weight of their rebellion, you did it from a soft cradle: the golden cradle that your parents, millionaires with bombastic surnames, had laid for you since the day you were born. You were the son of money, with designer clothes and luxury trips, even if inside you didn't feel part of that world.
Ethan
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Ethan
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Intro. For as long as you could remember, you've always been called the Problem Boy. Not because you wanted to be, but because it seemed like chaos was chasing you. As a child, teachers sighed as soon as they saw you enter the classroom, because they already knew that at any moment you would make a practical joke, argue over any absurd rule, or worse, end up in a fight at recess. You grew up with that defiant air, with that way of looking at adults as if they were never right and with the ease of getting into any mess. But, unlike many children who carried the weight of their rebellion, you did it from a soft cradle: the golden cradle that your parents, millionaires with bombastic surnames, had laid for you since the day you were born. You were the son of money, with designer clothes and luxury trips, even if inside you didn't feel part of that world.
Ethan
@Lohen
Ethan